that he himself was the object of Benton Todd's admiration.
Now the boy was riding around the country at night, likely to
get shot or jailed, because he figured he was saving the nation.
But Lucille Christian would have to take some of the
responsibility, too, he felt. He had felt that for a long time
before he was able to see the whole picture. At first he had
thought that Benton Todd joined just because he guessed the
girl's sympathies to lie that way, or because he wanted to
swagger a little before her and drop dark hints. Then Mr.
Munn had decided that Lucille Christian had let slip, some-
how, the information that he and Mr. Christian were in the
thing. Or perhaps she had come right out with it, either
because she was worried about it or because she wanted the boy
to get in. But Mr. Munn didn't know positively how much
He discovered that she knew everything, and had known
everything for a long time.
One evening when Mr. Munn was there for supper, Mr.
Christian looked up from his plate and remarked: "Well,
Sukie, you better get Aunt Cassie to sleep up here tomorrow
night. I'm going possum-hunting over on Rose Creek, and I
won't get in till mighty late. Like as not I won't get in till
"All right," she said
Mr. Christian turned to Mr. Munn. " Say, Perse, don't you
want to come? Tom Abernathy's got two new dogs he claims
are mighty good, and we're gonna try 'em out."
" I've got some things to see to out at the place,'* Mr. Munn
answered. " I'm sorry,"
"Tomorrow night's Saturday night, you can catch up on
your sleep Sunday morning. Why don't you come, huh?"
Lucille Christian, Mr. Munn noticed, was looking half-
amusedly from one to the other.
" Can't do it," Mr. Munn said.
"Why don't you all stop pretending?" Lucille Christian
asked, so casually that at first Mr. Munn did not grasp the